Yinshan Record

Chapter 257 It Seems Like the Ox Returns

Peace and tranquility prevail.

It's an indescribable irony.

Su Che just smiled and let him lead him and the others to sit down at a table.

The conjured mansion was quite large, with more than forty tables set up in the courtyard, all filled with guests who were enjoying their meal.

Judging by the dishes alone, the meal wasn't exactly simple, but the preparation was rather rough. The stewed chicken still had some feathers left to be plucked, and the braised pork hock was overcooked and mushy, with the skin and fat spilling out onto the plate…

Although it was rough around the edges, it still had the grand spirit of a major life event. Several dishes, including steamed crispy pork, steamed tofu, and steamed meatballs, were laid out there, all of them hearty dishes.

At the table Su Che was led to, there were two people. One of them had a livid face and sat there without eating, his eyes darting left and right, looking like he was about to suddenly attack someone.

The other person was more interesting. He had slicked-back hair and a long red robe. He had squinty eyes, crossed his legs, and kept picking up meatballs with chopsticks.

"The food looks good."

Su Che grinned at the three of them, sat down with an air of authority, and picked up a pair of chopsticks from the side.

"The meatballs are delicious, but everything else is just so-so."

The young man in red glanced at Su Che and smiled, "You guys have made it in time."

"Humph."

The other man snorted coldly, clearly looking down on the young man in red.

The Prince of Wuling carefully sat down and smiled at the two people in front of him.

"We are merchants who went to Donghai to purchase goods, and we just happened to arrive at this celebratory banquet today. May I ask how you two gentlemen are addressed?"

The young man in red chuckled upon hearing this.

"Donghai, arranging goods?"

"Hmm." The Prince of Wuling nodded.

I advise you not to go.

The young man in red picked up a meatball and popped it into his mouth.

"Can't we go?"

"The evil dragon has returned to the sea, freezing the land for thousands of miles. Now, the East China Sea is full of greedy worms."

The young man in red looked at Su Che and said, "If you don't believe me, ask the expert next to you."

"Expert?"

The Prince of Wuling looked at Su Che.

"Yes, it's this guy who's three times as handsome as me."

The young man in red raised his wine glass to Su Che: "I never expected to see someone like you in this desolate wilderness."

Su Che smiled but didn't say anything.

Both of the people present were cultivators. The one with the ashen face was probably a martial arts scholar, around the seventh rank, and could be considered a backbone of cultivators in the secular world.

However, the depth of the young man's cultivation level was unreadable.

They should not be inferior to themselves.

The lie was exposed, and the Prince of Wuling flinched, glancing at Lady Xie on the other side.

Madam Xie simply smiled gently.

"Are the two gentlemen together?"

The man with the livid face shook his head: "I am not one of his kind."

"Bad temper."

The young man in red shook his head, but his eyes remained fixed on Su Che.

"People from the Middle Kingdom?"

Su Che nodded.

"I come from the East China Sea."

The young man in red put his chopsticks aside and said, "If you have time, let's practice our skills for a bit."

"here?"

Su Che shook his head.

"They're handling some business here."

"Don't speak, someone might get angry."

The young man in red picked up the stool and ran to the side of the Prince of Wuling.

"Esteemed sir, please allow me to speak with this young man for a moment."

The Prince of Wuling glanced at Su Che and, noticing the lack of expression on his face, frowned and moved the stool aside.

"There's nothing wrong with these dishes, so feel free to take them."

Madam Xie whispered beside him, "Eating too much of this kind of thing will cause diarrhea."

The man with the livid face said coldly.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Su Che looked at the young man in red beside him.

"His situation is ridiculously bad, even worse than when his mother suddenly remarried."

The young man in red squinted: "Brother, you exude an aura of water and marshland. Which lineage do you belong to?"

The air of water and marshland.

Su Che recalled what the Zhu Yan next to him had said earlier, that the dragon aura on his body was getting denser day by day, and he guessed that the Zhu Yan had misunderstood.

They think they're some kind of dragon prodigy.

"I see a hidden glint in your eyes, sir. You must also be a member of a powerful organization in the East China Sea, right?"

Su Che raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against the glass in his hand.

"My name is both stinky and long, so my friends call me Yan Qi."

"Coincidentally, they all call me Su San."

The young man in red frowned as he looked at Su Che, then smiled.

"That's quite a coincidence."

The young man in red's taunts clearly enraged the grimacing man standing to the side: "What did you say?!"

“I said, if you’re in a hurry, you should wait a little longer. At least wait until it’s late at night, when everyone is in the bridal chamber, before you make your move.”

Yan Qi drank the turbid wine in one gulp.

"Brother, please be understanding of this man. His father is marrying into the family today."

puff.

The Prince of Wuling, who had been holding up a meatball to put in his mouth, burst out laughing when he heard this.

In today's Daliang, the term "son-in-law" doesn't carry the wicked charm of someone whose crooked smile could startle a provincial governor; it's a proper insult.

The other young man, whose face was ashen, turned red and gritted his teeth as he looked at the young man in red, ready to make a move.

He muttered to himself for a while things like "benevolence is forgiveness" and "only women and petty men are difficult to deal with," and then finally closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to this person.

"The auspicious time has arrived; guests and hosts are now in their seats."

A master of ceremonies gave a loud shout, and the surrounding music gradually stopped.

A tall, burly man stood at the top, clearly the protagonist of this story.

He was wearing a short, ill-fitting scholar's robe.

"Thank you all for attending my sister's wedding."

This scoundrel had a tuft of colorful brocade hair on his chest and vertical pupils in his eyes.

Naturally, these are strange phenomena that arise after a demon undergoes transformation.

"As we all know, this year has been tough for everyone, especially after that incident at Xuanshan. Many good friends who were supposed to come couldn't make it."

The burly man spoke with tears still glistening in his eyes.

"Fortunately, this time Brother Dushan sent someone to deliver congratulatory gifts, and Brother Niu also came in person."

As he spoke, the burly man cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the other table.

As he cupped his hands in greeting, Su Che finally saw that the old ox he had tricked was now sitting there drinking, with a beautiful beastwoman on each side of him, taking a sip of wine and licking it, looking incredibly happy.

When he first infiltrated the Yin-Yang Realm, he had Zhang San take this old ox to Guo Bei County to meet him.

Later, he entered the Yin-Yang Realm, and then Guo Bei County was drawn into the Buddhist sect. After Su Che came out, he also sent his agents to search for them, but they never found Lao Niu and Zhang San.

It is said that the two either died when the Yin-Yang boundary shattered, or were trapped by Buddhism and directly "converted".

For this matter, he asked Shi Chibao to arrange a pension for Zhang San. However, considering that his parents were old, he did not tell them directly. He simply sent people to visit them during holidays and told them that Zhang San had been promoted and sent to Jiankang to handle some business.

Su Che was thinking about when he would have some free time to visit Zhang San's house, but unexpectedly he saw this simple-minded ox here.

A surge of anger immediately rose in my heart.

Zhang San was, after all, the first person Su Che had trained, and to die so inexplicably left Su Che feeling terrible.

Seeing the old ox looking so relaxed and comfortable, Su Che almost lost his temper.

"Brother Su, you don't look too good either."

Yan Qi looked at Su Che with a grin.

"Could it be that one of your relatives is among them?"

"They can't be considered relatives."

Su Che slowly composed himself: "It's like a pet I lost."

(End of this chapter)